Finding Solace in the Randomness...AKA...A Dime A Dozen

Last night I went to a club called Retreat. It's a pretty chill spot, kinda small but nice atmosphere just the same. My homie Village, whose a promoter invited me to this NBA party where I don't think I even saw any players. Well, maybe there was one or two but I didn't know the faces and only assumed they were players becasue they were tall and had a little bling. Yes one of them tried to holla but, no, I wasn't interested. I always like going out with Village cause I know its bottle poppin and VIP all night long. I also like the fact that he has a pretty cool bunch of people he hangs with. If nothing else they don't fuck with me.

The night started out cool enough and I was pleasantly suprised to see that Village had also invited Jay. Jay is this guy that I seem to randomly see at various functions. The last time I saw him I was at my old boss Micheal's restaurant on a Thursday night. I didn't say anything then just like the times before but for some reason last night I felt ok to introduce myself and told him that I thought he was handsome. He smiled, said thank you a couple of times and gave me mock praise in return in the form of a worshipping motion with his hands and arms. That was it. No more conversation. I did catch him looking at me a couple of times after that but nothing more. For some reason something about the whole exchange intrigued me.

After Retreat a group of us went to Lotus. Lotus was crazy. Packed to the brim with people (at least on the first floor) but that didn't stop Village from getting us all into VIP. I saw Swizz Beatz who said what's up (I'll talk about that later), Terrence and Rocsi and I think Treach from Naughty By Nature. I caught Terrence checking me out and if I didn't know better I'd think Rocsi was looking at him looking at me like what the hell is he looking at. Of course I was tipsy and can be guilty of a small amount of narcissism here and there so there is the very minute possiblitly that I mistook a passing glance as checking me out though I very seriously doubt it. Around 3:30 I decided to leave and just as I get into the cab I see Swiss walking up to a Maybach with some guys. "Hey cutie." I say. "No you're the cutie." he replies. I'd met him at a party a while back and asked if he remembered me. "Of course I remember you" he says. And of course I didn't believe him but it still felt good to hear.

For the most part it felt really good to go out and just chill with some cool people and party in the midsts of it all. I hadn't really been out like that in a while and it did wonders for my ego. It was a completely random evening and I can't wait to do it again.

Changes Abound...

I contemplated changing my hair for a while before I actually mustered up enough nerve to do it. While I do fancy myself as a proponent of change, changing my hairstyle seemed a little daunting. I mean, I liked my old hair style. Being that i'd rocked if for the better part of the last four years a change not only felt needed but wanted.

I figured since 2008 is steadily approaching, why not. The end of the year has always been a time for reflection, of prospects and of realizing my future. I figured with all the changes I've been facing recently changing my hair was actually no biggie. It seemed more of a progression than any thing and I can honestly say that I'm so glad I did it.

Overlooking the undeniably obvious....

So many things have managed to change within the blink of an eye and like they so often do they have popped up suddenly than a muthafucka! These things have caused me to analyze and pick a part every minute detail of my life. And as we all know with self reflection comes the menancing cruelty and uplifting enlightment of reality. For the first time in a long time I feel as though I'm able to really let myself fully experience things without utilizing the defense mechanism I've developed over the years of feigning disinterest. I'm opening myself to all things with nothing expected but the experience of living itself and I"m filled with this the undeniable feeling of being young again. I mean, not that I'm old but I've got my share of baggage in life's perverbial trunk and it feels good to lose that shit in the universal airport.